Posted by Ensign Malo Astrel (Medical) in Main Sim – Casualty Control (SickBay)

Posted by Gamemaster Mal Fet (GMT) in Main Sim – Casualty Control (SickBay)

Posted by Ensign Malo Astrel (Medical) in Main Sim – Casualty Control (SickBay)
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OOC: Standby. I’ll edit the post back in when everything is lined up.

Gamemaster Mal Fet

The bosun’s whistle echoed through the ship. [O]Attention all hands to battle stations. Emergency distress call has been received from the USS Declaration. She is under attack by several Klingon Vessels.[C]

[O]Bridge to Medical, prepare for incoming casualties and rescue operations.[C]

Cpt. Asam, CO

Sickbay was finally back under some semblance of control.

The widespread systems failures that swept through the Sentinel had left their mark—not just as damaged equipment, but in the crew as well. Every department was affected, but the science labs down the hall had been among the hardest hit.

Three of the biobeds in the recovery room were filled, two occupied by crewmen recovering from concussions and a third with a young ensign who had their leg reattached. One of the surgical beds held a science officer with extensive burns. Thankfully, they were sedated and stable until the medical staff had the chance to resume working on them.

Sadly, despite the crew’s best efforts, the morgue across the hall held a new occupant who could not be saved.

The examination room had become their triage and primary treatment area. Most of the more seriously injured patients had been treated and returned to their quarters to rest. Now just half a dozen people were waiting to have their lacerations or fractures seen to. The walking wounded.

The medical team finished with a large laceration on a human man’s arm, and the next patient, a Tellarite woman, approached the empty examination bed. She was cradling her elbow as though her shoulder had been dislocated.

Before she could arrive, a voice from the surgical suite called out. “Doctor… the power to the surgical bed is fluctuating again. The patient’s vitals are still stable… for the moment, at least.”

Gamemaster Mal Fet

“Get an engineer in here,” Astrel said in response to the voice. “Assign a nurse to constant watch of the patient, make sure it’s someone versed in manual interventions if needed.” If no one else was available, he would qualify for that. But there were other patients needing triage and treatment.

~ Astrel, Med

The Tellarite crewman in operations red moved forward. She winced as she sat on the biobed Asrel was manning, still holding her arm to minimize the pain from her dislocated shoulder.

“Looks worse than it feels,” she lied unconvincingly.

“Uh-huh.” Malo scanned the shoulder, checking for any damage caused by the dislocation.

“Still… I got off lighter than a lot of others did.” She looked at the doctor, her expression softening. “Are you okay, Doc? Have you been able to take a break since everything began?”

He hadn’t, but he smiled reassuringly anyway. “I’m alright. Let’s focus on you, okay?”

The main hull breach and the fire in the chemical lab had both been on this deck, and not too far away. The proximity made it easier to transport the wounded to Sickbay, but it also struck a little close to home.

Gamemaster Mal Fet

Any situation was worrying, but so close to sickbay, and he worried about something going wrong here - both a threat to himself and the ability to treat all the wounded.

He touched the dislocated joint gently. “Resetting it is going to hurt. Are you ready?”

~ Astrel, Med

“No,” she replied with a furrowed brow. “But do it anyway.”

The Tellarite woman winced during the procedure but managed not to cry out. After receiving aftercare instructions and promising to take it easy, she went on her way.

There were just two patients left in the examination room: one with a broken nose and another with an arm laceration, judging by the way they were holding their bandages. Before he could wave the next patient over—or take a moment to himself—Astrel felt the Sentinel drop out of warp. A few scant seconds later, it shook again, and the lights dimmed ever so briefly.

The announcement had said they’d be warping in to fight Klingons… it looked like they were in the thick of things now.

“Doctor! This surgical bed lost power and is rebooting!” the nurse shouted. “I need help over here.”

Gamemaster Mal Fet